G
I was feeling nostalgic for the days
F# F
when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.
C G
I remember the feeling of the museless existence.
F# F
Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something
C
that I knew wasn't coming.
F C G
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3)
F C
And it seems these days I'm captive in this
G
I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when
F# F C
I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface.
G
I was feeling nostalgic for the days
F# F
when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.
C
I remember the feeling
F C G
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3)
F C
And it seems these days I'm captive in this
F C G
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3)
F C
And it seems these days I'm captive in this